When Sharks Cry
For Donald Trump
When sharks cry
When things go south
Warm worries of tomorrow
I hear voices
Songs of unborn things
Asleep deep inside
Is my hair toe or ear my dear
Those vernicular motions
Bad bosses or bad luck
Devastating punches
Devastating punches
Hollow is insight
Look for answers
What if no answers
And problems recur
See where your guts lead you
If you see damage limbs
Shattered humans
That's war or famine
If you smell money
Jump with your sense of smell
You will find
The culprit
That's when you never shout
You fall
You play dead
Until you become rich
So rich
You can kick ass like no one
You may even become the man
The president
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